Sunday, December 19, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Clyde in Concert
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Friday, April 30, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
McPherson's Lament
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Birth
As a woman gives birth to a child, the pain is overwhelming, but joy soon overwhelms. What allows her to go through these things if not the abiding nature of unconditional love. To be able love with no expectation and the more difficult, to accept unconditional love.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Boogie Woogie
"It is sometimes called "eight to the bar", as much of it is written in common time (4/4) time using eighth notes (quavers)"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boogie-woogie
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
Billy in the Lowground
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Minstrel Boy.....& Ash Grove
Friday, January 29, 2010
Five Miles of Ellum Wood
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Moon River
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Judging Violins
Scottish Music in the 18th Century
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
Lorena
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Take My Hand, Precious Lord
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Barb'ry Allen
A traditional Irish, English, Scottish song circa 1750
Barbara Allen
In Scarlet town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwelling
And every youth cried well away
For her name was Barbara Allen
Twas in the merry month of May
The green buds were a swelling
Sweet William on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen
He sent a servant unto her
To the place she was dwelling
Saying you must come to his deathbed now
If your name be Barbara Allen
Slowly slowly she got up
Slowly slowly she came nigh him
And the only words to him she said
Young man I think you're dying
As she was walking oer the fields
She heard the death bell knelling
And every stroke it seemed to say
Hardhearted Barbara Allen
Oh mother mother make my bed
Make it long and make it narrow
Sweet William died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow
They buried her in the old churchyard
They buried him in the choir
And from his grave grew a red red rose
From her grave a green briar
They grew and grew to the steeple top
Till they could grow no higher
And there they twined in a true love's knot
Red rose around green briar
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Farther Along
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Tammy's Waltz
Friday, January 1, 2010
Auld Lang Syne-Long Long Ago
Lyrics by Robert Burns.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne ?
- CHORUS:
- For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp !
and surely I’ll be mine !
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
- CHORUS
We twa hae run about the braes,
and pu’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot,
sin auld lang syne.
- CHORUS
We twa hae paidl’d i' the burn,
frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin auld lang syne.
- CHORUS
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
and gie's a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
for auld lang syne.
- CHORUS